Book XII, Epigram 70 (Ker)

When of late a bow-legged home-born slave carried his towels for Aper, and a one-eyed old crone sat guard o\'er his scanty toga and a ruptured anointer offered him his drop of oil, he was a stern and harsh censor of drinkers; he used to shout that the cups ought to be smashed, and the Falernian poured away that the knight, just bathed, was drinking. But after tliree hundred thousand sesterces came to him from an old uncle, he doesn't know how to go home from the warm baths sober. Oh, how great is the influence of fretwork chalices and five long-haired slaves! Til en, when he was poor, Aper was not thirsty!